Date: Sun, 17 Aug 2008 10:06:41 -0400
From: zak556@aol.com
Subject: The Wrong Turn
The pounding of drums somewhere in his brain slowly and torturously woke
Tony. His head was splitting with the worst hangover he had ever
experienced. He slowly opened his eyes, even his eyelids hurt. Every inch
of his body ached as it never ached before. He lay naked on top of the bed,
cross-ways with his feet hanging off the edge. He tried to raise his head
but the pain was too much, he just lay there and moaned. He looked at the
ceiling in the dim light of the dingy little cabin, disoriented, wondering
where he was. He grabbed the blanket under him and pulled it over his naked
body. Even his flaccid dick hurt this morning; it had been erect and
demanding every morning he woke since he was probably ten, but not now. As
he painfully searched his thoughts, he remembered. He remembered that wrong
turn.
It was early Saturday morning, the day before, when he'd decided to take a
weekend trip off by himself. He'd headed north to his parent's cottage on a
quiet lake in the woods. Tony was a young and up-and-coming executive in a
small recording business. He was good-looking, very much so, and had the
good-fortune to have his choice of more women than he could handle. He was
six-foot plus with a great build, a high school and college jock who just
seemed to get better looking with time. He'd long lost count of the number
of women he'd bedded and had proudly20perfected his seduction talents and
love-making skills. In his early twenties, he had it all, looks, success,
women and a bright future.
The day had started perfect, weather, traffic, the sites, but then, the
detour. The highway was undergoing some major reconstruction which
redirected everyone off and through the winding back roads. Tony, as most
men do, felt he could figure out the route without a map or stopping to ask
for directions. About an hour later, he realized he was hopelessly
lost. Nothing looked familiar. He came to a crossroad, he looked left, then
right, and chose right. When the road changed from blacktop to dirt, he
figured he'd chosen wrong.
He came to a dead end at a white gate with a guard inside a booth. The sign
overhead written in large script blue letters read, "Sunnyview Nudist Camp"
and under that, "Clothes are NOT an option."
Tony shook his head. "Talk about being lost," he mumbled to himself.
The young man inside the booth leaned out, "Hello," he smiled.
Tony drove up next to the window. "Looking for Eagle Lake. A bit turned
around here I guess with the highway construction."
"Yah, that'll happen in these parts," the guy continued. "So you're not
here for the luau, I guess."
"No," Tony laughed. "Didn't even know there was a nudist camp in these
parts."
"We don't advertise," the kid explained. "Have to keep a low profile in
order to keep the doors open and the clothes off. Not sure where Eagle Lake
is, but think it a long ways north of here."
"Great," Tony grunted.
"Sure you don't want to come on in," the attendant urged. "We've got a
Luau tonight with a live band. Gonna be a hot night. And I think you'd
really be a hit with the other guests."
"I don't know," Tony replied, wavering. "Walking around with my dick
swinging in the breeze could be fun, but...."
"But what," the kid argued. "You'd love it, you know you would. What guy
doesn't like his dick hanging free?"
Tony sat there considering it. He had to admit, he was intrigued by the
idea of running around naked and the idea of all those bouncing, sun-tanned
breasts frolicking in the wild didn't sound like a bad idea. He was proud
of his cock, a very respectable size, he certainly wouldn't be shy about
showing it off.
"How much and how does it work," Tony asked.
"It's one-fifty for an overnight, with your own cabin, the Luau, the band,
and all the booze you can drink included."
"What the hell," Tony said, "Let's do it. Could be fun. Certainly will
make the best of the situation. Getting lost and all."
"It sure will," the boy assured. "And I'm certain you'll be a real hit. Now
all we need for you to do is fill out this form, we'll swipe your card and
you're all set. You can dump your things and your clothes in your cottage
and enjoy. Say goodbye to your worries, and your clothes for the next
twenty-four hours."
Tony signed in and pulled his BMW around to his cabin. He unlocked the door
and tossed his bag in a chair. He looked in the mirror over the dresser as
he quickly stripped out of his clothes. He thought about walking around
naked with women naked all around him, wondered how long it would take him
to sport a full erection with all the beautiful scenery. His cock started
to lengthen just thinking about it.
"Calm down," he told himself, trying to think of other things to keep his
hard-on in check. He looked at his thick blond bush of public hair and his
long thick cock hanging nicely over his loose full balls. He was pleased
and ready to make his naked debut at the camp.
He slipped on a pair of scandals, grabbed his sunglasses and headed out the
door. He paused for only a moment before turning the handle and walking
out. The sun was bright and warm and the soft breeze from the resort lake
blew across his naked dick. He reached down and gave it a couple pulls
wanting to make a good first-impression for the girls. He headed toward to
beach area. As he walked through the gate, covered with purple blooming
vines, he scanned the other visitors, all nude, all tanned, chatting,
swimming, playing table tennis, drinking, frolicking. What he didn't notice
were any females.
"What the hell," he said out loud. "It's all guys."
He walked up to the outdoor bar crowded nearly body to body with naked men.
"Hey," he said to the bartender. "Where's all the chicks?"
"I'm sure they'll be along soon," the guy replied with a laugh, echoed by
several of the other standing nearby. "What'll you have?"
"Scotch," Tony decided, "straight up," with a tone of disappointment in his
voice. He noticed some of the men nearby checking him out, no pretense of
hiding their glances at his cock and ass.
As the bartender prepared his drink, he noticed he was naked too except for
a serving apron. He glanced around at all the guys, all the cocks hanging
free, some standing much to close for comfort. He'd seen lots of cocks in
gym classes and at health clubs, but these were out in the open, the fresh
air, tanned, oiled, all siz es, all colors, thick bushes, sparse bushes,
trimmed, shaved, and balls, more balls than he could count, hanging loose
bouncing around with no shame or shyness.
He took his drink and stepping around all that naked skin, walked over to a
lounge chair on the beach. He sat back and sipped his drink, still
wondering about the lack of women. The beach was crowded with guys, horsing
around, splashing in the water, jumping on and dunking each other. He
wasn't there more than a minute when two guys walked up, one a red head
with bright orange pubs and a long thin cock. The other guy had black curly
hair and completely shaved pubs which he'd obviously done to make his dick
look bigger. His cock was short and thick and bright red balls, shaved as
well.
"John's the name," the red-head said. "Welcome, haven't seen you here
before."
Tony reached to shake his hand, "Tony."
The other guy then reached for Tony's hand, "Richard," he added. "You
better get some lotion on that cock of yours or you'll be real sorry, real
quick."
Tony looked down at his virgin white dick and then at their deep tanned
cocks and knew he was right. Richard handed him his bottle of lotion and
they took the chairs on each side of Tony, slid them closer. They watched
carefully as he oiled up his cock and balls and his white tights as well.
They seemed to be smiling. Tony felt like he was on display.
"So where are the women," Tony asked again, still hoping.
"Ummm... I'm afraid they're not invited," John said. "This is a men only
resort, that's why they don't advertise. We've got married guys here who
just want a break from their wives, and men who just want to hang out with
other guys. You know, that `man-back-to-nature' type of thing."
"Shit," Tony grunted. "No fucking women?"
John laughed, "No, No fucking women today or tonight. Just fucking men!"
"And I've got my cock all oiled up and nowhere to go," Tony added.
"Well," Richard went on, "there's a guy over there that wouldn't mind a
little back-door action if you're into it."
"Very funny," Tony spouted, "but NO. I'm no fucking homo."
Richard and John gave each other a glance.
Tony resolved himself to the `guys only' idea and since he'd read their `no
refunds' policy, he sat back and sipped his drink. And they kept his glass
filled for most of the afternoon. They talked about their respective jobs
back in the city, and their exploits with women and sports ... typical guy
stuff. As they sat chatting, a group of guys playing catch, stumbled over
them and all the naked bodies were piled on top of each other, rubbing and
struggling to get free.
Tony pushed his way out of the pile but not before feeling someone grab his
cock. And not before feeling a couple hard dicks pressed against him in the
pile.
"Sorry man," Richard consoled, "they do get a little wild around here at
times."
Tony just picked himself up after the group moved on and sat back down in
his chair. The bartender brought him a new drink.
"Man I'd better slow down," Tony said, "these drinks are strong and I've
been downing them for hours."
"So what," John replied, "they're free, and the night's young. Live it up."
Tony laughed as he took a drink.
As the sun began to set, they started lighting the torches along the beach
and setting up for dinner and the band. The spread of food was incredible,
meats marinated in rich sauces, salads of brilliant colors and vegetables
Tony barely recognized. It looked delicious. The three of them filled
their plates and sat in the sand around a roaring beach fire with some of
the other guys. The circle of naked men kept getting thicker and closer
together. It was hard to move without rubbing up against0Aanother guy. It
was then that he saw a couple of the men in the shadows, barely visible by
the firelight, hugging and he thought kissing.
"Look at those guys," he pointed, "over there. Kissing. Fucking queers."
"So what," Richard defended, "to each his own. This is a place where anyone
can be who they want to be. It's no skin off my dick."
"But fucking kissing, guys," Tony went on.
"If you haven't tried it..." John continued.
"Disgusting," Tony added as he continued stuffing his face.
"So how's the food," Richard asked, changing the subject.
"Great," Tony replied between mouthfuls.
After the eating ended, the band began to play, the group crowded close in
front of the naked musicians as the booming music filled the night air. The
guys cheered and moved to the music, jamming closer and closer to the
stage. Tony blew it off when guys kept pushing against him in the firelight
of the concert area. Time and time again, he felt dicks pressing against
his hips and his naked ass. He tried not to think about it as he continued
to down his drinks and feel the music.
Richard brought him a another drink, `The Sunnyview slammer,' it was called
- special of the house. It was prese nted in a large coconut shell, topped
with fruit and those fancy umbrellas. Tony downed it without stopping.
"Man was that good," he slurred as he threw the empty shell over his
head. "I'm wasted. Better find my way back to my room."
"Nonsense," John argued, "the night's young."
"It may be young," Tony went on, "but I can barely stand."
They listened and moved as the band pounded on. One of the guys jumped up
on the stage and threw himself into the audience. They carried him across
an ocean of arms and hands back across the crowd. As he passed over Tony
and his group, Tony reached up and helping push him along, he accidentally
felt the guy's cock. He quickly pulled back his hand with a groan.
His head began to spin, he staggered side to side between Richard and
John. He fell forward against the guy standing in front of him and slumped
to the ground. The last thing he remembered was being lifted above the
crowd and then nothing till he woke to a totally new threshold of pain the
next morning.
As he lay in his bed, moaning, he slowly pulled himself up and staggered
into the bathroom. Even pissing hurt. He had to get out of there, get in
his car and start back home. He noticed it was two in the afternoon, he'd
slept away half the day.
The
hot shower helped with his throbbing head, his aching body. He didn't want
to think about how he'd gotten back to his room. He just wanted to hit the
road. He couldn't believe he'd stayed when he found out it was only
guys. He certainly wouldn't tell anyone where he'd spent the weekend. No
one would believe it anyway.
As he pulled through the gate, he didn't even respond to the greeting from
the attendant. He just left, drove south back toward the highway.
On Monday, when he got home from work, he sat with a beer on his balcony
and started going through his mail. A package caught his attention, no
return address, hand-written. He tore it open. It was a video with no
label. Confused, obviously curious, he popped it into the VCR.
A fear came over him as the screen opened on a far too familiar crowd of
naked men in the dark on a beach in front of a band. He swallowed hard. The
camera focused on a guy being carried toward the stage on a sea of hands
and arms attached to a sea of naked asses and dangling cocks. The hands
mauled Tony's body as he moved toward the stage, squeezing and stroking and
touching him all over. The Tony he watched didn't seen to notice, was far
too drunk to care. The hands rolled him over on his stomach and guys
started licking and sucking his cock as he continued toward the
front. Erect cocks everywhere seemed to spring into view and pound and
thrust towards anyone standing near. They lifted Tony up on the stage and
onto a table that had been placed center in front of the crowd. The cheers
continued as he was placed on his back and several of the naked
participants began to fondle and lick and suck and stroke his
semi-conscious body. Tony noticed his cock was rock hard along with
everyone else, the camera had moved center front to catch every detail.
Three or four guys worked Tony's body making him hotter and hotter. They
rubbed their own hard cocks all over his body as the band accompanied and
the crowd cheered the action. Tony kept turning his head away from the
cocks that kept jabbing toward his mouth. And then, as he opened to
protest, a huge cock was pushed in. He couldn't believe as he watched a
cock actually entering his own mouth. He was dumbfounded, confused, pissed.
And then, he gasped as he watched himself on the video, actually appearing
to enjoy it. The Tony he couldn't believe, started sucking like a pro. He
sucked wildly taking as much of the cock he could while another guy
devoured his dick. When the guy tried pulling out of Tony's mouth he
grabbed the guys hips and pulled him back. He sucked like he'd been doing
it for years. He sucked like he needed it, he enjoyed, he wanted it
desperately. He couldn't believe what he was watching.
They then rolled him over on his stomach, a guy pushed his legs apart and
began rubbing his hard cock up and down Tony's ass crack. Tony seemed to
move not away from the huge cock touching his ass, but toward it, pushing,
thrusting with the movement of the cock. He felt an oily liquid pouring
down his asscrack. He felt a finger pushing in his ass, oiling his hole.
And then a cock positioned itself at the entrance, and in it went. Tony
watched himself wince in pain as the cock entered his virgin ass. He never
seemed to miss a beat on the cock that pumped in and out of his mouth and
despite the obvious pain, he watched himself push back against the
intruding man-tool that was now fucking his ass.
Part of him gagged at the site, being used, and yet he couldn't stop
watching. How could this be happening? The fucker had got his ass nice and
loose now and pounded away at the fleshy cushion that was Tony's own round
ass. But the worst part as he watched, was that Tony seemed to be enjoying
it, he pushed back against the thrusts, enjoyed beyond words the pounding,
the fucking. He swallowed the cock in his ass and the cock in his mouth
like something he did on a regular basis.
When the first fucker dumped his load in Tony's ass, he pulled out. Tony
seemed to desperately not to want the cock to leave, he pushed back against
the cock trying to keep it buried inside him, like he couldn't bare it's
removal. As soon as that cock left, another took it place and he swallowed
it too, deep inside him. He jammed his hips back on the new cock, taking it
to the base before the assailant could push in. He rammed his ass back
against the guys hips almost knocking him off his feet. He pounded against
the guy consuming all of him, almost desperate. A whore.
He took one after the other, some in his mouth, some in his ass, he lost
count how many had dumped loads of hot cum either down his throat or up his
ass. He writhed in pleasure, out of control, an animal operating solely on
lust. In all his years of fucking women, he never remembered losing control
like that.
When the line of men had diminished, he fell off the table and crawled from
one band member to the next, sucking them off too, taking their loads. He
then stood in front of the crowd and jacked his own, jacked as they cheered
and exploded an unbelievable load out into the crowd. The applause and
shouts were deafening. He then passed out, falling into the front row.
He sat silent. As Tony starred in disbelief, the screen went gray. He just
sat there. He couldn't move, nothing moved except the hard-on in his
pants. He didn't know what to say, what to think. Nowhere in his life would
he have considered or believe he was capable of the proof before his eyes.
No one would believe it either. How could he take a cock in his mouth? How
could he take a cock up his ass? Why did he seem to enjoy it? Not just
enjoy it, but hunger for it? Who was he? How could it be?
He'd taken an wrong turn, a wrong turn to a new direction and what he
feared most all, was that now, at this point in his life, there was no
turning back.
End.